I Will Die on This Hill

I will die on this hill,
Even if sad and alone,
But having listened to my heart.
I will die on this hill,
Whether foolishly or not,
Never having lost my faith,
And in so doing retaining my self.

I do not want to be cured,
I reject the accusation that I am sick,
And whether or not I truly am,
Let it strike me down with all its might,
For I cannot think of a better death
Than collapsing under one’s own heart.

After all, it is not the meek that we shine lights on.
“There goes Uninspiring, he played it safe.”
I play to win, I don’t play safe.
I have yet to, but I yet draw breath,
And in every breath I take,
As battered as I am,
There is hope and drive and arrogance,
Pure, unadulterated, unapologetic, smug arrogance,
For in the face of overwhelming adversity
I grit my teeth and raise a fist,
Raise two fists, raise hell.
“You do not know me, nor what I can do.”
I will paint the sky black over everything you hold dear
And burn in the fires of your violent demise.
I was born for this fight and I was born to bring you defeat.

I will die on this hill,
Even if sad and alone,
But having listened to my heart.

I will die on this hill,
Neither sad, nor alone,
And having listened to my heart.